I shan't promise I never flatter, but I certainly am not in this case. [All right, he would argue that he doesn't flatter practically ever, because all of his compliments are fully sincere. Mostly. Usually.
But the way he holds the scale reverently in his hands... he has come to view dragons as something very special. Perhaps because they are the one that got away, so to speak. Until now.
He isn't even sure what to do with it. Place it on his wagon? Could he make it into jewelry? He's not sure if that would be an insult to the dragon that gave it to him. And now, looking at it, the memories of Hemera. The great dragon bowing its head to him. The dragonlets.
He holds the scale to his chest. That place, that domain, was especially precious to him.
With conditions.
He jerks his head up.] W -- wait a moment. You never mentioned conditions! I'm not selling myself into servitude, am I?
[Well. He could think of worse people to be indebted into servitude to...]
he truly does not deserve these high rolls, thank you RNGods
But the way he holds the scale reverently in his hands... he has come to view dragons as something very special. Perhaps because they are the one that got away, so to speak. Until now.
He isn't even sure what to do with it. Place it on his wagon? Could he make it into jewelry? He's not sure if that would be an insult to the dragon that gave it to him. And now, looking at it, the memories of Hemera. The great dragon bowing its head to him. The dragonlets.
He holds the scale to his chest. That place, that domain, was especially precious to him.
With conditions.
He jerks his head up.] W -- wait a moment. You never mentioned conditions! I'm not selling myself into servitude, am I?
[Well. He could think of worse people to be indebted into servitude to...]